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The Flag

6/10/2010

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A chilly wind blows, in from the east, and wraps the flag all around
Tightly wound clear up to the left, till not a white star is there found
He loves to see its proud waving glory, the red the blue and the bright
The crimson past for which it still stands, is hid when wrapped up so tight

The breeze changes, unwinding the flag and it opens up clear to the right
Stripes of red and majestic white stars, resume their waving in flight
The old man sits and watches in wonder, as the flag does its dizzying dance
It always seems to come back around, when given the time and the chance

He remembers what it stood for, so very long ago, when the troops they rolled into France
The tears in the faces of liberated people when they gave our flag its first glance
He thinks about the struggles it’s been through, in the many years since then
The past it proudly and well represented, long ago, so far way back when

Now he sits in his living room chair and stares at the flag just outside
The waving and twirling and wrapping around, as if its enjoying the ride
Many a leader has been in the white house, while the flag proudly waved up above
Some like a hawk protected our country, while others were more like a dove

Some leaned left and some leaned right, the balance is important to see
But one flag has flown high above them all… the symbol that we are still free

David Kettler

5/21/10

This is another poem that my Mom inspired me to write. She told me that Dad used to sit for hours in his chair in the living room looking out the big front window where the flag would fly everyday. He always would comment on it wrapping up from the wind and then unwrapping around the other way again with a slight change of direction in the wind. She wondered if there was a poem in that idea and I though about it for almost a week. I wasn’t aware that it would come out so political but I also enjoyed thinking spiritually about the banner over us which is Love. A gentle breeze opens it up beautifully but too strong a wind from either direction can wrap it up as well to where we miss the real meaning of our flag!



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Isaac Weber link
10/2/2013 04:54:17 pm

Great blog post.

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